Not Feeling too Well

Not a good start to the morning, Daddy came down and into the kitchen, said hello to me and noticed that I hadn’t moved at all and then he noticed a pile of sick just outside my basket.  He was very nice and consoled me and said how ill I must have been and hoped I was feeling better.  When he walked across the kitchen he found that it wasn’t just sickness I had suffered from during the night because there was a pile of poo at the back door.  He was not pleased but because I was clearly at deaths door – from the way I looked anyway – he really didn’t tell me off too much but had it all cleaned up and into the poo bags before Mummy came down.

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